Ranma 1/2 Presents:
Shampoo 1/2
Epilogue 4

Butterflies


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"History can be compared to an endless waltz. War, peace, and revolution
repeats itself like the triple time in a waltz."

Marymaya Treize
Wing Gundam, "Endless Waltz"



Herb was not a happy Jusenkyou-cursed-physically-and-magically-altered
Musk Emperor Dragon (or girl, depending on what mood he was in). There
were a multitude of reasons for his state of mind. He was supposed to be
the ruler of China by now, but he wasn't; the Shogun was dead. He was
supposed to have a glorious army at his beck and call, but he didn't;
there was now little left other than a ragtag assortment of Musk soldiers
and a handful of mercenaries. The bulk of the mercenaries had departed
when they had discovered Herb was essentially broke. He wanted to hold
Ranma and Shampoo in his clawed hands and rip their limbs off one by one
as a child might do to an insect, but he couldn't; the Dark Man, Mr.
Domino, assured him he would be dead if he tried. Virtually all of the
lands he ruled were now lifeless; not a thing seemed to grow in them any
more, and it almost surely had something to do with what had happened at
Mount Phoenix, yet another crime against Herb by the damnable Saotome and
his lover.

However, the final blow had come from the information he had just
received. It had been two weeks since the events of Mount Phoenix, two
weeks since his life had all but gone to hell. His first action, upon
returning to his fortress, was to reduce his massive throne room into
rubble in a furious rage. After finishing with that, he began to brood.
For days he did nothing but lie amongst the rubble, curling his serpentine
body among the rocks and wallowed in depression. It had taken two weeks
for him to come far enough out of his depression to realize that something
important was missing. It actually took him the better part of a day
before he realized what that important something was.

He hadn't smacked Lime or Mint around.

For all of his entire life, no matter where he went, the duo had been
there. The longest period of time that neither had been around him was a
week, and that was only because Lime had to have his appendix removed.
Mint had spent the majority of his time waiting for Lime to recover,
leaving Herb with a peace and quiet he had never known in his entire life.
Despite that, he had grown bored and had been quite grateful for their
return. Now he had been without their company for two entire weeks, which
more than doubled his depression. As annoying as the pair frequently were,
they were still the closest thing to people that resembled friends that he
had. That he might have lost them as well seemed too much to bear.

Herb changed into his 'cursed' girl form and began interrogating his
troops. It took over two hours of talking among various subordinates to
find out exactly where they had last been seen. Now that she knew the two
had been ambushed by a horde of Amazons, and not yet returned, it could
only mean one of two things. They had either been captured or killed.

Now Herb-chan had a choice to make. She was supposed to lie low and gather
her resources until the time came that she would have an opportunity to
rule at least part of China. That would mean abandoning Lime and Mint, if
they yet lived, in the clutches of the merciless Amazons, or she could try
to get them back and risk starting a war with the Joketsuzoku. It was
really no choice at all.

"" Herb-chan proudly declared to no
one but herself.

Herb-chan wasted no time as she concentrated, summoning a blue sphere of
chi around her, and took off. Going alone would be the quickest way to the
village and rescue the duo. Summoning his troops would take far too long.
And if her friends were dead, well, Herb-chan would just have to hope that
wiping the Amazons off the face of the earth would qualify as 'lying low'.


Su Ga worked a crick out of her neck as she and Ti Tung made their way out
of the village, heading out to exchange places with the main road guards.
She hoped she would be able to stay awake this time. Bu had kept her awake
most of the night, not that it was not time well spent, but she was
exhausted. He might have been soft and lazy, but he sure could kiss well.
Who needed a strong man if you could find one with good hands? She was
about to ask Ti her opinion on the matter when the blue bolt of chi
slammed into the ground between them, knocking both her and her partner
unconscious.


Herb-chan dissolved the sphere and surrounded herself with a tighter aura
around her body. She remained hovering several feet above the ground next
to the entrance to the village, taking a moment to admire her handiwork,
before slowly floating into the village itself. She allowed the people to
stare at her in fear and awe. If Lime and Mint were dead, she would be the
last thing any of them saw.

Using her chi to magnify her voice a tenfold, she shouted out, ""

A panicked cry rose from the populous as many of the people tried to get
as far away from her as they could. The only exceptions were some of the
women, and surprisingly, a handful of men, who drew weapons instead.
Looking the armed warriors over, she deemed none of them a serious threat.
She considered killing several of them as an example to the others, when
the sight of a familiar youth, dressed in wolf pelts, caught her
attention.

"" Mint cried out as he fell tearfully to his knees.
""

Herb-chan's aura flared as her eyes began to glow red, her rage
threatening to overwhelm her. ""

"" Mint sobbed. ""

A set of bolos wrapped themselves around Mint's head, smashing into his
skull and almost knocking him unconscious.

"" a short, red-haired girl dressed in a yellow and red outfit,
who was indeed flat-chested, shouted at him. ""

Herb-chan prevented herself from face-faulting. It would have been
undignified.

"" Mint continued. ""

At that moment, Lime rushed from around a corner and saw the scene before
him, Cabinet right on his heels. He stopped running and waved happily at
Herb-chan. ""

Herb-chan sighed. She should have known the two dimwits would not have
realized the danger they were in, whatever danger that was. ""

Mint began to rush towards Herb-chan when he heard Julep growl from behind
him. He stopped, and looked longingly between her scowling visage and
Herb-chan's hovering form. After a moment, Julep's scowl disappeared and
she nodded her head. Mint appeared relieved and hurried towards his
leader.

Lime looked happily towards Cabinet. ""

Cabinet shook her head. ""

"" Herb-chan corrected.

Lime gave a hurt look to his wife. ""

"" Cabinet said. ""

Herb-chan interrupted Lime's response. ""

Lime grinned sheepishly at the floating white-haired girl. ""

" Herb-chan shouted, cutting off
whatever inane explanation Lime was going to give. "" She said the last
word as though she was referring to a demon instead of an Amazon.

"" Lime explained. ""

Cabinet gave a warning smack to the back of his head, saving Herb-chan the
trouble of going over there and doing it herself.

Herb-chan continued floating and stared evilly at the Amazon called
Cabinet. Obviously she had beguiled Lime with some kind of Joketsuzoku
magic, as well as preying on his weakness for members of the opposite sex.
""

Cabinet brandished her war hammer in Herb-chan's direction. ""

"" Herb-chan intoned menacingly as she
raised her hand towards the Amazon and allowed a ball of chi to build up
in it. ""

""

In all of her life, Herb-chan had never seen Lime move with such speed, as
he placed himself between Herb-chan's pointed hand and Cabinet, his
massive frame dwarfing his wife's form completely, obscuring her figure
behind him. It was as though he had suddenly gained the speed of Mint's
wolf bloodline, although the way he suddenly roared in anger and hunched
back on his feet left no one to doubt it was the blood of tigers that ran
through his veins. However, the most surprising thing to Herb-chan was the
look of raw hatred that was in Lime's face. She had never seen him so
enraged and certainly never expected such anger to be directed towards
her.

"" Herb-chan said in disbelief, her
concentration shattered so badly that she lost her hold on her chi and
floated to the ground.

Sensing Herb-chan's obvious pain, and that she had released her hold on
her chi and presented no further threat to Cabinet, Lime relaxed. "" Lime looked between the two of them, then gazed
sheepishly at the ground. ""

Cabinet felt a tear form in her eye. ""

"" Herb-chan said softly.

Lime felt like jumping up in glee. ""

""

""

""

""

Lime hung his head low as the two began shouting insults at one another.
It wasn't until Herb-chan began to glow blue again that Lime spoke up once
more. ""

Cabinet scowled at her husband for almost a full minute before staring at
his sullen visage became too much for her newlywed heart to bear. ""

Lime nodded.

""

Lime looked expectantly at Herb-chan, who gave a sigh upon seeing the
forlorn expression he was giving her. ""

"" Lime grinned happily.

"" Herb-chan warned again.

""

""

""

 "" Herb-chan asked Mint.

"" Mint said eagerly.

Herb-chan nodded in approval, but on the inside she felt like hugging the
wolf-pelted youth. At least someone clearly wanted to go back with her.
She expanded a ball of chi once again, this one encompassing both her and
Mint. It took a few moments of concentration to use the ball to lift
themselves off the ground and head in the direction of the Musk Fortress.

As they traveled back, Herb-chan thought about what had just happened. The
compromise irritated her to the core of her being. Allowing Lime to move
freely between the two areas was a terrible risk and she hated being seen
acquiescing like that, but Lime's continued companionship was needed as
much as Mint's. She should have been willing to sacrifice the pair, like
she would any other soldiers, but somehow she simply couldn't bear the
thought of allowing their lives to be wasted like that. Apparently even
the future emperor of China still needed friends to be at her side.

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A butterfly flaps its wings in China, which eventually causes a hurricane
halfway across the world.

However, can the butterfly truly be blamed for causing the hurricane? It
is not its fault. It simply caused event 1, which led to event 2, then
onward to 3, and so on and so forth until, after a number of events, the
hurricane has formed on the other side of the world. But all the butterfly
was trying to do was flap its wings to get from point A to point B. Not a
thing about creating hurricanes enters its thoughts.

Likewise, butterflies flap their wings all the time, yet few hurricanes
come about thanks to their actions. And all it takes is a delay of a
moment and then that single chance it had to create the hurricane is lost.
The butterfly is never even aware of the possibility. It just wants to
fly. There is one simple action of choosing when to fly, then you either
get a hurricane or a tiny little air current that results in nothing. It
all comes down to the choice of the butterfly.

Butterflies can take many forms. Such was the case of one such
'butterfly', that was currently residing in the village of Joketsuzoku,
China. Her name was Kar Kwon, and she was unaware of the fact she was a
'butterfly', not that that made a bit of difference. Unbeknownst to her,
she now had the power to either prevent or cause the deaths of millions of
innocent people. But, like the real butterfly that has the ability to
cause the hurricane should it choose to flap its wings at the right
moment, she was not thinking in those terms. No. The choice she had in her
mind was nothing along the lines of 'do I kill or save all of those
people'. It was much more mundane.

Should she visit her friend, Lyre, or go get something to eat back at
home? One choice would lead to death, the other to salvation. All of those
lives and their fates would be based on just how hungry one individual was
at one precise moment. One path led to the right, the other to the left.
To eat or not to eat.

Kar made her choice.


It was midday as Kar made her way through the busy main thoroughfare of
the village. Things were still in an uproar from the disturbance that
Herb-chan had made with her appearance earlier in the day. Many of the
warriors were being left on an alert status, in case the self-proclaimed
emperor changed her mind and made a return appearance. Everyone seemed to
be out and about, wrapped up in animated discussions about what would be
done with the Musk, Lime, and just what had really happened at Mount
Phoenix. Rumor had it the council knew, but they were remaining silent and
keeping the knowledge of what had occurred to themselves. The handful of
young bird people that were being granted protection by the council had
been isolated from the general population, and no one could ask them what
had happened. But Kar had heard from her friend, Bei Tang, that her son,
Flare, had heard that everyone in the mountain was dead long before the
thing exploded. Kar was not sure what to believe.

It was all still a great mystery, although Kar had gone ahead and traveled
closer to the giant crystalline column that now stood where the giant
mountain had once been. Merely being in its presence caused Kar to feel
nothing but awe at the seemingly impossible structure. She was still
reminiscing about its splendor when the event that so many people's lives
depended upon occurred.


Scarf was hurrying through the crowd as quickly as she could. She had
almost forgotten what the elders had told her to do, only remembering it
at the last minute. If she had come across one of them without what she
was supposed to have, there would have been hell to pay. When the elders
ordered something done, one damn well obeyed them, or else. There was
nothing more humiliating than having your ears boxed at the age of twenty
by a person one third your size. So she went in a mad rush through the
house, trying to discover where she had left the two bottles filled with
the substances she had collected all of those years ago. Upon uncovering
them in some dusty, unused cupboard, she rushed out of the house and
headed directly to the main hall to drop off her items.

It was because she was in such a hurry that the tip of her foot just
caught on the heel of someone else's. Reflexively, she threw up her hands
and hit the ground hard. She rolled onto her back, seeing that one of the
bottles was going to land on her. Reflexes took over as she snagged it
right before it would have struck her. She breathed a sigh of relief,
before realizing there was still one other bottle unaccounted for. She
spun her head as quickly as she could, while she was still on the ground,
catching sight of the container as it fell back towards the earth...

... and directly towards Kar Kwon.


The bottle shattered as it struck Kar directly on the head, completely
dousing her with the contents. She stood there in shock for a moment,
trying to understand what had just happened. It took several seconds for
her to realize that she had not been injured by the shattering glass, and
that the fallen Scarf was looking at her in fear. Kar breathed deeply to
calm herself down, before seeing that everyone in the busy street was now
staring at the sources of the disturbance; both her and Scarf. Her anger
built at what she perceived to be an attempt at embarrassing her, and
moved towards Scarf even as the fallen girl began to regain her footing.

"" Kar shouted,
then noticed that Scarf was looking at her in genuine fear. Too much fear
for a simple tongue-lashing. ""

""

""

"" Scarf continued, watching Kar go pale. ""

Kar went pale. " She didn't feel
different, but that might not have meant anything. Neither she nor anyone
she really knew had any direct experience with the cursed waters.

Scarf read the bottle in her hand. ""

Kar considered strangling Scarf, but then decided she'd rather not risk
being splashed with the remaining water. She was a slightly curious as to
exactly what someone soaked with Spring of Drowned Leopard That Changed
its Spots would look like, however. ""

Scarf placed her free hand behind her head and laughed. ""

Kar found her self-control slipping. Best to get rid of the stupid girl
before she caused more problems. "" Kar warned.

"" Scarf suddenly realized she was still running late, and
excused herself as she rushed to the elders once more.

Kar was just starting to understand what a close call she had with having
her life permanently altered, when a voice spoke up from behind her.

""

Kar turned to see that a young woman was standing next to her, looking her
over. "" Kar examined the girl closely.
She was familiar, but only in a recent sense. It took a moment to match a
name to the face. ""

Kasumi gave her a warm smile. ""

Kar found herself taken by the girl's politeness, even if there was an odd
accent to her Chinese. Kar had been far outside the village on a number of
occasions, and knew better than most that outsiders were not really all
that different from the Joketsuzoku, not in the ways that mattered. ""

"" Kasumi agreed. ""

Kar nodded her head in agreement. ""

"" Kasumi waved pleasantly and went on her way once more.

Kar Kwon wrung out her hair as she watched Kasumi leave, then continued on
her way once more, unaware of the 'hurricane' she had just caused. The
effects of what had happened would never be known by her, and perhaps it
was for the best, for it was unlikely she would have been able to deal
with what she had inadvertently done to so many millions of lives.

Had she taken the other path, she would not have been there to shield
Kasumi Tendo from being splashed with the water of Spring of Drowned
Amazon Warrior. Kasumi Tendo, who, thanks to the piece of the signet ring
she kept on the cord around her neck, had had the dimmest of memories of a
previous life restored to her, memories that gave her a handful of the
techniques from her previous incarnation over a thousand years ago. As it
stood now, she would never remember more than a handful of those
techniques, and even then usually only at times of great stress or
relaxation.

However, had she been soaked with the Amazon water, everything would have
changed. The magic of the water would have triggered total recall of the
life and personality of Hu Chiang, a resurgence that would have buried
Kasumi Tendo's personality under the weight of that of a long-dead Amazon
leader, at least as long as she was in her cursed form. Hu would have been
startled at first, hardly surprising considering that she would not
recognize any of the people that were inhabiting the village she 'ruled.'
After disabling more than thirty warriors, and nearly half of the elders,
calmer heads would have prevailed and the situation explained to her. The
shock of being 'reborn' so many centuries after her death, and the fact
that she was supplanting the personality of an innocent girl that had
simply been unlucky enough to somehow be linked to Hu, would have made her
voluntarily allow herself to be splashed with hot water and revert Kasumi
Tendo to her true form.

After being informed of the situation, Kasumi would have talked at length
with the elders, and decided to 'converse' with Hu, using copious amounts
of hot and cold water and the elders as a go-between. Eventually she would
have allowed her body to be temporarily 'shared' with Hu. Two hours every
day would be spent in cursed form, allowing Hu to have some freedom,
although Hu insisted if a quantity of Nyanniichuan was found it be used to
cure Kasumi of her condition.

However, no water would have been found, and Hu would have slowly adapted
to the changes of the centuries, and been thrust into the role of
'advisor' to the council. (a role she despised, yet the elders would have
insisted she take, since she was the 'Greatest And Most Powerful Leader
Ever.' Utter nonsense in her eyes). In the decade to come, a danger would
have risen; one that threatened to bury the Joketsuzoku and most of
Western China. Seeing there was no other way to avoid or solve the problem
without a great deal of blood spilled, Hu Chiang would have had to make a
choice, one she had had to make far too many times when she had been truly
alive. She could allow others to fight the battles, others that lacked the
abilities she had and would fall, or she could take matters into her own
hands. To allow possibly hundreds, or thousands to die when she could do
something to prevent it, was unacceptable to her. So, for the first time
since she had returned to 'life,' she did something that would affect
Kasumi Tendo's very existence, without consulting her. It was perhaps the
most difficult thing she had ever done, but the needs of two were far
outweighed by the needs of thousands.

The act itself would have been simple for one with her abilities. She
would have snuck into the Musk Fortress, grabbed the ladle known as
Chiisuiton, and used it on herself, locking her in the form of an Amazon
warrior, and then destroyed Kiifuiton, effectively sealing off Kasumi's
personality forever. Hu would not have wanted to do it, but in her current
state, all it would have taken was a splash of hot water at the wrong time
of a battle and both her life and Kasumi Tendo's would have been over. The
risk was too high, and if Kasumi Tendo had to pay the price, then so be
it. The stain would have been on Hu Chiang's spirit, and she had had
plenty of those to begin with. She would just add it to the tab on her
soul, for her actions would have saved the lives of thousands, and perhaps
millions, in the long run. She could live with herself if it came to that.

However, such was not the case. Kar Kwon had unintentionally prevented
Kasumi from being splashed, and millions would end up dying because of it.

Such was the way of the butterfly.

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However, there was more than one butterfly capable of creating hurricanes
in the world. Another flapped its wings, and the hurricane simply appeared
somewhere else...

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Perfume found herself inexplicably on a barren plateau, devoid of any
life, surrounded on every side by high, craggy mountains that stretched
off into obscurity in the distance. Blackened rock dotted the landscape,
giving everything a desolate bleakness that depressed her by merely being
in its presence.

[These were the so-called 'Blasted Lands,' far to the north of the
village. No life grew there now. No life would exist there again. All
thanks to Ranma Saotome.]

It was the dead of night, and though there was no moon, Perfume could
still make out the land around her. Unarmed and dressed in her favorite
pink and black outfit with the golden tiger on the front, she stood alone.
The wind howled across the plateau, sounding like a wounded beast
screaming in agony. The sound of thunder in the distance added a rhythmic
pulse to the cries of the wind.

[No. Not thunder. Something worse.]

The sound grew closer, and through the blackness she could see hundreds of
tiny red pinpoints of light lined up in a huge row that seemed to stretch
across the plateau itself. All of them were in pairs, one set directly
above another set, the bottom sets bobbing up and down rapidly while the
other sets shifted only a little. The lights grew closer, allowing her to
see what had created them, and her heart knew fear.

As the lights approached, she could see there were not 'lights' at all.
They were pairs of eyes, seemingly glowing in the darkness. Black beasts
of darkest night were what produced the lower sets of eyes. They galloped
forth across the plateau, producing the sound of thunder that now seemed
to echo within Perfume's skull. Their gallop made them appear as though
they were perhaps horses, but one good look at them told that nothing
could be farther from the truth. The animals were indeed similar to
horses, their legs, long bodies, neck and head bore the general appearance
of such creatures, but that was where the similarities ended. Horses were
not close to fifteen feet high and almost two tons in weight. Horses could
not thunder across the plains at over sixty miles an hour without slowing.
They did not have night black skin that had the appearance

[and toughness]

of armor plate. They did not have two rows of sharpened teeth, that could
crack bones as though they were nothing more than desiccated twigs. They
did not look at you with red, pupiless eyes the color of blood that seemed
to size you up, as though they were trying to decide if they should smash
in your skull with their legs or rip out your throat with their teeth.

And horses did not radiate the feeling of wrongness these creatures did.
There was something unspeakably evil about them.

[Abominations all. They should not exist. They should all be destroyed.]

As terrible as the creatures that thundered across the plains were, the
ones that rode astride their massive backs were all but identical. They
appeared to be humans, at least on the outside. They wore jet black armor
themselves, as though they had been formed from parts of the beasts they
rode. Armor that was not skin, but might as well have been, for it
encompassed their entire bodies. The helmets they wore upon their heads
were visored masks, the eye slits that showed off their red eyes the only
concession of permitting the world to see that there was indeed something
alive inside the armor. The masks were stylized to appear skull-like and
the armor matched with a mockery of bones, set up to look like a basic
human form on the outside, as though they had fused on a white skeleton to
themselves.

The saddles borne on the backs of the beasts were all identical to one
another as well. She could see modern weapons, such as rocket launchers
and automatic rifles, fitted around the beasts, but she also saw swords
and lances that were much closer to the riders' grip.

[For they enjoyed using those far more than the weapons of the new age.
They relished in the feeling of the impact metal made on flesh, and blood
spraying over them and their mounts. That was what they truly lived for,
grinding others beneath their beasts hooves, not slaying them from a
distance. Death was meant to be savored.]

They seemed to move as one in a straight line, an unbreakable wall of
abominations. An unstoppable tide that would crush whatever lay in their
paths. Gazing upon that ever approaching army,

[The Rhyde]

Perfume wondered which was worse, rider or beast.

[There was no difference between the two, they were of one mind and one
soul, now. There was no longer a point where one ended and the other
began. To kill one meant killing the other. A union made in Hell.]

She watched, unfazed, as the beasts moved towards her, threatening to
crush her form underneath their powerful hooves. Yet, just as they were
almost upon her, they parted, thundering past her on each side. They
continued onward, seeming to be thousands deep, until at last even the
tide passed her.

She could feel things change around her as she turned. On some instinctive
level, she had known there was nothing behind her before the Rhyde had
gone past, but now she felt something, a presence, and turned around to
look upon it.

As she turned, she was suddenly in a well-lit area of a canyon, still
within the Blasted Lands, surrounded by a horde, thousands strong, of
ordinary-looking people. Many of them were armed, and unlike the
horsemen --who were even now running along the edge of the sea of
humanity, stopping and forming a barrier around those people-- they lacked
the ancient weapons those dark warriors favored.

No one seemed to take notice of the single Amazon in their ranks, as
though she was not worth noticing. Their faces were ones filled with hope
and ecstasy, a look that bordered on fanaticism. A look part of Perfume
wanted others to give her, that gaze of total devotion. All of their
stares were pointed towards one direction: forward. Perfume followed their
gaze to see the sheer, yet uneven, wall of rock that was before them. A
raised dais of black stone was in front of the wall, and it was to this
that the crowd had their attention riveted.

A dark-skinned woman that appeared to be in her late twenties, attractive,
but not beautiful, with long black hair, stood upon the center of the
raised dais, high enough for all to see clearly. She wore an outfit that
was green and blue, yet seemed to shimmer with a glow that captured one's
attention, crying out that she should be listened to. On her sides were
two giant men,

[Not men. Titans]

each nine feet tall with bare arms that were as nearly as thick as a
normal man's chest. They were identical, save that one had hair of white
while the other had hair of black. Their entire bodies seemed to radiate
power, and from their positions so close to the woman, yet at a level
lower than her, it was obvious they served as her bodyguards. It was
curious, for with one look at the woman, Perfume sensed that she had no
need of such protection. She radiated even greater power.

The woman gazed down at the crowd of people, giving them a look of
approval. Perfume felt their previous awe change to sheer adulation with
that one simple gaze.

The person next to Perfume, an unremarkable man in his middling years,
held his rifle high in the air and shouted out one word.

"KHAN!"

Everyone that was directly around the man, save Perfume, took up the cry
as well. That single word.

"KHAN!"

It expanded outwards in a circle from there, a wave of cries of that
single word. People raised their various weapons, while shouting out the
name, until the noise began to echo off the walls of the canyon, the roar
of 'Khan' bouncing off them repeatedly until it overlapped into a
deafening cacophony. And just as it seemed the entire mass of people
shouted as one, the woman raised her right arm in triumph.

It was also then that Perfume saw the huge wall of uneven stone seem to
shift as well. She found her gaze drawn skyward, and saw that the 'stone
wall' before her was nothing of the kind. It was a statue, thousands of
feet high, and in an exact image of the woman before them all, the one
dubbed 'Khan.' The worst thing about it was not the design of the statue
itself, but something far, far more disturbing.

It raised its own right arm high above its head, as though it were nothing
more than a colossal marionette that responded to the woman's every whim.

[It was.]

[It is.]

And then Perfume woke up, screaming.

It took her nearly five minutes to bring her breathing under control. Once
she felt she could handle it, she went outside to breathe in the brisk
night air. Still in the process of calming down, she turned her thoughts
inward. It had been a dream, but it was also more than that. She felt it
all the way to the core of her being. Now, she thought, all the plans she
had made for the future were in jeopardy. New plans had to be laid, as she
felt her gaze inexorably drawn to the north.


Far to the north, past the Blasted Lands, in the country that had borne
varies names over the centuries, but was now known as Mongolia, a woman
sat up from the satin sheets of her bed and screamed. She quickly looked
around the room, preparing to defend herself while making certain there
were no intruders in her presence. Understanding that she was indeed
alone, she forced herself to calm down. Once she was convinced she was
completely awake, and in full control of her emotions, she got out of her
bed and headed towards the balcony attached to her bedroom. Stained glass
doors opened to her touch, allowing the night air to blow against her
skin. In the future, she would have to guard her life more carefully; many
would desire her death, but such was the path she had chosen of her own
free will.

For now, she reveled in the night air, allowing it to calm her further.
The dream had disturbed her, for deep inside she knew it was no ordinary
dream, but a portent of things to come.

In it, she had seen herself surrounded by an army, thousands strong.
Surprisingly, over half of the army, and the fiercest of the warriors,
were women. Almost all of them held modern weapons on their person, but
most seemed to favor weapons of old. They were of many races, but the
majority were Chinese, of that she was certain, which left one likely
suspect that seemed to stand in her path towards greatness.

The Joketsuzoku.

If that were not an ill enough omen, there was a girl, no more than in her
early twenties, with pink hair that hid half of her face. There was a scar
beneath that hair, inflicted by one the girl had called friend, she knew
that without being able to see it. And there was a look in the young
woman's eyes that held the promise of quiet ruthlessness. An admirable
quality, if it was not in the way of the woman who was now standing on the
balcony. The dream had even provided her with a name, one she would listen
for, and perhaps do something about. The army that had surrounded the
woman had told her what the name was, the army calling it out with a
devotion that the woman could only pray would be directed towards herself,
someday.

Perfume.

"Mine is the hand that will shape the future, Perfume of the Joketsuzoku.
I will show this to you, and if you or any others dare to even attempt to
bar the path of my greater glory, you shall be devoured by the land
itself. Mine is the way, and you will acknowledge it even as your soul is
torn asunder."

And in the distance, as if in answer to her threat, the land trembled ever
so slightly.

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Kasumi Tendo was alone in the house of Shampoo's mother as she hummed to
herself, cleaning the dishes that were leftover from dinner. Comb,
Shampoo's mother continuously insisted that it was the job of Shampoo's
father (whom, curiously, Kasumi still had not learned the name of) to do
that, but Kasumi felt as though she were not earning her keep if she did
not do something. Besides, keeping house had become almost a reflex with
her, and if she did not do at least some cleaning she thought she
would...well, she wasn't sure what she would do.

Lately, things had gone very well for Kasumi. Last month she and Cologne
had finally managed to stabilize the elder's deteriorating condition. They
could not reverse how much time and health Cologne had lost, but at least
she no longer needed Kasumi to help anchor her life-force. Cologne only
had a few years left. Perhaps three more at the most, but at least they
had gained some time.

The months Kasumi had spent in Joketsuzoku had really been wonderful. It
was the first time in her life that she had spent any real time from home,
and though she had missed it terribly at times, it was also quite
refreshing to have the change of scene. The Amazon village was a
fascinating place, and very busy in the last few months. According to
Comb, it was the busiest she had ever seen it, and that was because of the
events of the last few months.

Apparently, the nearly unthinkable had happened in that Cologne, Be Dea,
and Shou Ya, the three most powerful members of the council, had agreed to
make sweeping changes that others thought would have been unheard of as
little as two years ago. The changes occurred in every facet of life. The
tiny hydroelectric plant that had served as the principal power source for
the village had been rebuilt into a far larger one that more than
quintupled the power output it had previously made. Alternative sources of
power were being used as well, especially with the influx of diesel
generators, and fuel for them, that had been bought from some outside
source. There was some speculation as to how they were obtained, but the
council was remaining silent on that.

Several teachers had been hired to supplement the already existing body of
ones present in Joketsuzoku; a surprise considering how insulated the
council had been abut outsider ideas being taught in the tribe. The system
of schooling the Amazons used was very thorough, but it lacked some of the
more modern kinds of courses, like computers, mechanics, and studies on
how the political systems outside of Joketsuzoku worked. For some reason
the children that lived in the village didn't seem to think that was a
very desirable improvement, however.

There were other changes as well, such as the now open encouragement of
outsider women to join the tribe. Even the laws on being defeated by an
outsider woman had been revised so that the option of having them join the
tribe instead of being hunted down and killed was now being very strongly
encouraged. Kasumi thought that was nice, since hunting down and killing
people seemed terribly wrong to her. The program had some measure of
success. She had heard many villagers comment on the numerous new faces
that had joined the tribe in recent months.

The biggest change of all, however, was that males were now being given a
voice in how things were run. It was a small voice, without much influence
or power, but it also marked the first time that they had a say in matters
of the village. It was a big hit among the male population, once they
adjusted to the fact that they had influence, but it was still met with a
lot of criticism among the female population, Comb included. Of all the
new changes that had occurred she had loathed that change the most, and
had argued with Cologne for hours about her 'insane idea of allowing
stupid males a chance to screw things up!' Naturally she failed to
persuade Cologne to change her mind, but Comb still complained about it to
this day.

Comb proved herself to be a very...interesting woman. Shampoo had been
quite accurate when describing her as being emotional. The woman would go
through a spectrum of feelings in a matter of minutes, including bouts of
anger that would have made Akane seem more like Kasumi in temperament. A
perfect example was telling the tale of what had happened to Shampoo
during her disappearance for what was nearly a year now. Comb's reaction
to discovering that Shampoo was alive was a sight to behold; she
practically went through a wall in joy. Then she was informed of Shampoo's
cursed status, and nearly blew up in anger. It took nearly three hours for
her to calm down enough to convince the others she wouldn't let anything
accidentally slip about Shampoo's condition. After that, Kasumi and
Cologne spent the next two hours trying to convince Comb to not hunt
Shampoo down, telling her it would be for the best to leave her daughter
alone so she could locate a cure and adjust to her new relationship with
Ranma. Comb wasn't happy about it, but agreed.

Things were fine for a while after that. Kasumi got along with Comb very
well, both on a personal level and for what she was doing in helping with
Cologne's deteriorated condition. Things changed though when 'the
surprise' was discovered. It didn't take long after Kasumi moved in to
realize what had happened to her. After her condition became obvious, and
Kasumi informed the others of what that meant, things became somewhat
exciting, for lack of a better term. Once the shock of what had happened
settled in, Comb (who, upon being informed of the situation, was rendered
catatonic for nearly two days) became much more understanding, in spite of
the unusual turn of events. Now she treated Kasumi as she would any other
daughter (that wasn't a warrior), and had officially adopted Kasumi into
her family, despite Kasumi's insistence that she was quite happy with the
one she had. Comb even promised to remain silent about what had happened,
as per Kasumi's wishes.

Kasumi interrupted her reverie by going to feed Birdy. The pterodactyl
cooed as he was fed pieces of raw meat, Kasumi beaming at her pet. It had
been so nice of her sisters to send him to her, even if they pretended
they had had nothing to do with it. Lately, she found her thoughts
drifting back to home, and perhaps stopping by for a quick visit would be
in order. The only time she had seen her family in over a year and a half
was during her father's wedding. Although she sent letters to them every
week to let them know she was all right, she still missed them terribly.
But returning now would not be a good idea. It would complicate everyone's
lives unnecessarily. No, she would be staying in China for at least a
little while longer.

She had no sooner finished reading, settling herself down in a chair, when
there was a knock at the door. Kasumi got up and crossed the room to let
the visitor in. She was surprised to see Perfume standing there. Though
the pink-haired girl had stopped by from time to time, her visits were
very rare. She had always treated Kasumi nice enough, but there was no
bond between them of anything other than that of casual acquaintances. The
few times Perfume had come by Comb's home, she usually exchanged a formal
greeting with Kasumi and asked where Cologne was.

It seemed Perfume was always around either Cologne, or one of the other
two elders: Be Dea and Shou Ya. Kasumi had made a passing reference to
Cologne about how much time the elder had seemed to spend with the young
girl. The old woman answered by saying that she hated to admit it, but the
girl had had some good ideas and had managed to convince Cologne, as well
as Be Dea, that there were some necessary changes that were going to have
to be made at the village. Shou Ya needed no convincing since she had
always been insistent that they should modernize everything. Perfume was
like a breath of fresh air to that one.

The few things Cologne had mentioned to Kasumi seemed to indicate that
Perfume was the one responsible for most of the changes, even going so far
as to be allowed to address the council herself and managing to convince a
number of them without the backing of any of the three most powerful
members of the council. Something that had been unheard of, until now.

After an exchange of greetings, Kasumi informed Perfume that Cologne was
not present. Surprisingly, Perfume said she had come to speak with Kasumi,
and promptly entered the house without waiting to be invited. The eldest
Tendo daughter took note of the rude behavior. It was unusual for Perfume
to conduct herself in such a manner, but upon entering the house, and
seeing the pink-haired Amazon in a good light, any thoughts of mentioning
the social gaffe were quickly erased from Kasumi's mind.

Perfume looked terrible, with large dark rings under her eyes and a
rumpled look to her face. Her scar, which was normally hidden behind her
hair, was partially visible due to the tangle of hair that Perfume now
had.

Perfume took note of Kasumi's concern. ""

Kasumi tried coming up with something that would agree with the statement
without sounding too rude, but nothing came to mind. The best she could
come up with was a, ""

Perfume gave a sharp little laugh at that. ""

""

Perfume gave a wan smile. ""

"" Kasumi said.

Perfume shook her head. ""
She sat down in a nearby chair, and insisted Kasumi do the same. Kasumi
watched as the girl sagged into the seat, as though exhausted.

"" Perfume said. ""

""

""

""

Perfume gave her a flat stare. ""

Kasumi looked guiltily at the ground at that.

"" Perfume continued. ""

Kasumi's head rose up as she looked directly at Perfume. The faintest hint
of tears were in the older girl's eyes. ""

Rather than seem saddened by Kasumi's answer, Perfume just nodded her head
in agreement. ""

The moments seemed like hours to Kasumi, as Perfume sat there, deep in
thought. The younger girl began speaking after several of those extended
moments. "" Perfume gave a grim smile at that.

Kasumi looked horrified at the confession. ""

Perfume had a wild gleam in her eyes as she carefully rose from out of her
seat. "" At last
tears began to fall from Perfume's eyes. ""

With those words spoken, Perfume seemed to regain some measure of
composure. ""

Perfume nodded her head, as if deciding on something, then turned to the
only other occupant in the room. ""

Kasumi found herself feeling sorry for Perfume, in spite of all of the
terrible things of which she had spoken. ""

Perfume laughed at that, a hollow, empty laugh. "" Perfume moved to leave the house. ""
Perfume gave her a knowing wink, and then departed, leaving Kasumi alone
once again

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Kurumi Tendo heard the doorbell ring last, yet managed to rush to the door
first. Now that Silk was starting to get on in her pregnancy, Kurumi was
usually the one that had to answer the door. She was hungry, like always,
and briefly considered making a pass through the kitchen. She even got as
far as placing one foot in the doorway, spotting a baked chicken sitting
in the middle of the table, before a voice from somewhere in the house
boomed. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY FOOD, YOU WALKING STOMACH!!!"

Kurumi quickly stepped back out of the kitchen and hurried on to the door.
Silk sure had been getting moody lately, although everyone assured Kurumi
that that was normal behavior for someone in her eighth month of
pregnancy. She found herself hoping her sister would be delivered soon.
Maybe that would make Silk pleasant again. Somehow, Kurumi had found
herself on Silk's bad side, and all because of one little incident. It
wasn't her fault that no one had told her that the tofu and squid
casserole that had been left out was Silk's. The Amazon was now using some
kind of ESP (there was no other explanation for it) to detect Kurumi's
presence when she approached the kitchen. Getting enough food to keep both
of them going was starting to cut into the family budget a little. Nabiki
had left for college, but frequently came back weekends, like this one,
which helped the food bill remain high. Kurumi began to wonder if perhaps
an after-school job would be in order.

Kurumi at last arrived at the door and opened it for the visitor. The
caller was a very attractive young woman, in an elegant Chinese style
outfit, that appeared familiar to Kurumi. She knew she had seen the face
somewhere before.

"Hello," the newcomer bowed before Kurumi. The short girl found herself
admiring the melodious voice the visitor had. The pleasantness seemed to
ooze out of the guest, making Kurumi wish she could sound like that.

The visitor spoke again. "You must be my new sister, Kurumi, right?"

Kurumi snapped her fingers. "I've got it. You're my sister, Kasumi! Father
and the others show me pictures of you all the time. You're even more
beautiful in person."

Kasumi blushed at the unexpected compliment. "You're very pretty also."

A smile found it's way to Kurumi face as she scuffed her feet at that. No
one ever seemed to notice her since Akane and Natsume were so much more
attractive than her. "It's very nice to meet you." She at last bowed
towards her sister.

"Who is it, Kurumi?" Akane's voice shouted from within the house.

"It's our sister, Kasumi."

The instant the last word left her lips a sound similar to a pack of
stampeding elephants echoed through the house. In moments Akane, Nabiki,
and Soun ran from around the corner and into the entryway. Three pairs of
eyes bugged out as they laid eyes upon Kasumi for the first time in
months.

Just as the trio of Tendos came into sight, something occurred to Kurumi.
"Hey! How come none of you mentioned she had a baby?"

The sound of three bodies simultaneously hitting the floor shook the house
to the foundations.


Kurumi watched closely as Silk attended to all three of the unconscious
Tendos. Natsume kept one eye on them and one on her new sister, still
hesitant as to what to make of the situation. That she had at last met her
oldest sister was something of a let down. The way some of the others had
described Kasumi, she had half expected her to fly down from Heaven on a
pair of white feathered wings. She did seem to be nice, though there was
the one little unexpected addition.

"I take it no one was aware that you had a child while you were gone?"
Natsume asked.

"It's not quite like that," Kasumi said, taking her eyes off her family
long enough to rock the child in her arms once again.

"Wow! We have a nephew, cool," Kurumi said as she stood on her tiptoes to
get a better look at the baby. He was a cute little thing, and she felt
the unexpected urge to start babbling unintelligibly and make strange
faces at the child.

"So who's the father?" Silk asked.

"Well," Kasumi began hesitantly. "That's sort of hard to explain."

"You don't know who it is?" Natsume asked, shocked. Kasumi was turning out
to be just full of surprises.

Silk mirrored Natsume's unspoken sentiments. "Look. I certainly don't have
any problem with you taking on multiple lovers. There were times in my
life when I was sorely tempted to do the same thing, but somehow, I don't
think your father is going to be able to handle that. Can you think of
some way of explaining it without giving him a heart attack?"

"Oh no!" Kasumi nearly shouted as her cheeks turned bright red. "It's
nothing like that. The situation is a bit more complex."

It was then that Akane, Nabiki, and Soun all began to revive at the same
time. Soun looked towards the two daughters that were laying next to him.
"Hehehe. I just had the most horrible hallucination. I dreamt that Kasumi
had come back home with a baby."

"The hallucination is standing right next to you, Father." Natsume said
dryly. "But our nephew sure is cute."

Soun's hair stood on end as he saw that the hallucination was still there,
and indeed the little hallucination-child in hallucination-Kasumi's arms
was hallucination-cute.

Akane only dealt with the situation a trifle better by staring at Kasumi
in shock and going 'Bububububu' repeatedly. Kurumi finally helped out by
grabbing Akane's lower jaw and helped her form the word, 'baby.'

Nabiki dealt with the situation best by simply scowling in Kasumi's
direction. "While Daddy and Akane are still conscious, why don't you
explain things, Sis?"

"Yes, Kasumi, explain yourself!" Soun said, finally regaining some measure
of composure even as he trembled.

"Well, Akira is my child-"

That was all it took for the deluge of tears to flow in an unprecedented
stream. Silk had already taken the precaution of putting on a raincoat,
galoshes, and opening an umbrella, so she would be able to console her
husband without fear of drowning. Kurumi began racing around the house,
grabbing various flowerpots and allowing her adoptive father to
unintentionally water them for her.

"WAAAAAA! I'm a grandfather, my little girl got married, and I wasn't
invited to the wedding!"

"Oh no. I'm not married."

No one had ever seen Soun's tears dry up instantly like that. Kurumi
stopped watering plants and began to quickly move away from Soun. The aura
he began projecting was far more intense than any demon head he had ever
formed. "Someone violated my little girl?" he said so quietly that it was
little more than a whisper, a whisper that everyone managed to hear
anyway.

"I'll kill him," Soun began, his aura glowing even brighter.

"Ah, Father?"

"I'll rip out his heart."

"And I'll help," Akane added in almost as much anger.

"Father?"

"And then I'll flay the flesh from his bones, but leave him alive so I can
pour salt into every open wound on his body."

"And I'll help."

"Father?"

"And then I'll grind his bones into powder, but still leave him alive.
It'll be tricky, but there are ways. And then the pain will really begi-"

The rest of his diatribe was cut short by a metal-shod staff that slammed
into his head. Rather than fall unconscious from the blow, he turned, as
though someone had tapped him lightly on the head.

"Your daughter has something to say to you," Silk pointed out.

At last something cut through the red haze of anger that had surrounded
Soun. "Eh?"

Kasumi began. "As I was trying to explain, Father, I was not violated."

"Y...you weren't?" Soun's aura dwindled as he tried to comprehend what was
being said.

"No. You see. Akira is my adopted child."

"Adopted?" The edges of comprehension began dawning.

"Yes. So there is no need to hunt down and kill anyone," Kasumi pointed
out. "Don't you feel better now?"

"Adopted?" More edges began forming.

"Yes, Daddy," Nabiki finally added. "Adopted meaning, she adopted him.
Took him in under her wing after the little guy was born from somebody
else, isn't that what you meant, Kasumi?" The tone of voice she used
sounded dry, and the look she shot Kasumi was a suspicious one.

If Kasumi noticed, she gave no indication. "Yes, it is."

Akane finally began to speak. "How did that happen?"

Kasumi smiled as she stared into Akira's beaming little face. "The Amazons
located a deserted village somewhere in that big area to the north, where
nothing grows. They think he must have been abandoned by his parents when
the people realized the land was ruined. I don't know how they could have
left someone so beautiful behind." She sounded wistful as she let Akira
down on the ground, smiling as he stood up on his own and began to toddle
unsteadily around. "As soon as I laid eyes upon him I knew I wanted to
take care of him. No one heard from any of the inhabitants from the
village, and someone needed to raise him."

"Odd," Silk commented as she began munching on a nearby chocolate bar that
had been left on a table. "I'm surprised no one else tried to adopt him,
even if he is a boy. I know more than a handful of families that have been
lamenting about losing so many of the younger generation to the big
cities, and it isn't like the council to agree to give a child to a single
parent to raise, especially an outsider. Where did you say this empty
village was?"

"I...I don't remember," Kasumi said nervously, then pulled out a letter
and handed it to Silk. "By the way, Cologne asked me to give this to you.
She said you have to read it alone. She also said you'll know what to do
after reading it."

Silk accepted the letter, curious as to what the elder was up to.

"Little guy doesn't look that old," Nabiki mentioned as Akira darted past
her legs, rushing around in a big circle, barely keeping his balance. "I'd
say he's right around eleven months old, right?"

Kasumi shook her head. "The Elders estimated him to be about a year and a
half."

"Really?" Nabiki said suspiciously as she eyed the child more closely. "He
doesn't look that old to me."

"I think he looks that old," Akane said as she picked up her new nephew
and made funny faces at him. He smiled in return. "Why are you acting so
weird?"

Akane moved closer and held Akira out towards Nabiki, offering him to her.
She ignored the gesture. "It's just that things are a little odd, wouldn't
you agree, Kasumi?"

Kasumi shook her head. "I think it's the most natural thing in the world."

Nabiki shrugged at that. "I guess so." The stare she sent towards Kasumi
promised that things were not over between them yet.

Soun was still flummoxed by the whole situation. His daughter, who wasn't
married, now had a child, that wasn't really hers, but everyone would
think it was. "Are you sure this is such a good idea, Kasumi? You're going
to have a child and haven't been married. It'll be next to impossible to
find a good man to marry, or even a job."

"Father, he's my son, at least as far as I'm concerned." Kasumi said with
more than a hint of force in her voice. "Nothing is too difficult to live
with if it's for his sake."

"But everyone will think the wrong thing. If you have a child without
being marr-" Soun stopped talking as he found Akane offering Akira to him.
He gently accepted the child, holding him as he had all of his daughters
so many years ago. Akira looked into his eyes, and the effect was
instantaneous.

"I have a grandson! I'm the happiest man alive!" He barely managed to
reign in his tears, leaving them to simply fall down his face rather than
spray all over the place, for Akira's sake.

Akira attempted to see if Soun's mustache was detachable by trying to pry
it off his face. Kasumi started to reproach him, but Soun waved it off. He
had been used to it; all of the girls had done the same thing when they
were his grandson's age. And when his newest daughter was born, he would
have to get used to it again.

What a happy day it was. As much as he loved his wonderful family, and its
new additions, the fact was he currently had five unmarried daughters and
a sixth on the way. Now, miraculously, Kasumi had provided him with a male
heir to the family name. He had feared he would die before seeing another
Tendo with a Y-chromosome. "Can you say, Grandfather?" Soun asked him.

Akira let go of Soun's mustache and smiled. He waved his hands in the air
a few times before looking at Soun again, and shouted. "Baka!"

Natsume looked stunned as Akira again repeated the word again quite
happily. He continued saying the same word over and over, drowning out
Kasumi's protests.

Realizing she wasn't having any luck in quieting him down, Kasumi began to
explain. "He heard someone say that on the plane trip here and won't say
anything else. It seems he always repeats the bad words he hears, even if
they're only said around him once, or in Chinese. Those are about the only
kind of words he'll say. I do hope he'll break out of the habit."

Soun just laughed. It was so wonderful having a grandchild at last. Now
the family line would be ensured for another generation, even if there
would be problems in the future. With his open approval, all of the other
family members crowded around, trying to get a better look at the child or
hold him themselves. The whole thing surprised Akira into silence. The
little one wasn't sure if he should be happy or scared at all of the new
smiling faces. Only Nabiki maintained her distance, watching both Kasumi
and Akira with a careful eye.


Kurumi found it difficult to get to sleep. Both she and Natsume had
originally slept in Kasumi's room, but with her return, they elected to
move into the room the Saotomes had previously inhabited. Kasumi tried
protesting, but it was to no avail. The two blood sisters agreed that
relegating their returned sister, and their nephew, to some cold floor was
inexcusable. So they packed all of their things and moved into their new
quarters immediately.

After that had been settled, and all of Kasumi's belongings (including
Kurumi's new favorite animal, the cool pterodactyl, Birdy) were brought in
the house, everyone gathered around Kasumi and her little bundle of joy.
All of the girls, save Silk and Nabiki, practically fought over one
another for Akira's attention. Silk chose to remain off to the side,
content that she would soon have a child of her own to fuss over. Nabiki
just seemed irritated by the whole thing, which surprised Kurumi, but she
had more things to think about other than her sister's odd behavior. Like
how to wrest her nephew from the others' attentions.

After staying up much later than usual, everyone retired to their
respective rooms. Soun set up an old crib, stored from when the girls
themselves were babies, and placed it into Kasumi's room. With that out of
the way, everyone went to sleep.

Or at least Kurumi tried to, really she had, but sleep eluded her. She lay
down on her back and stared at the ceiling for close to three hours
straight. There was little doubt as to what was keeping her up. It wasn't
that she was sleeping in a different room; she and Natsume had slept
without the luxury of a roof over their heads most of their lives.
Sleeping in their new room was easy. It was the addition to her family.
Less than a year ago she had only her sister and the picture of a man who
was supposed to be her father. Now, he was their father, if not in
actuality, then in spirit, which was even better than Kurumi had dreamed.
She adored her new sisters, her new step-mother (no matter how cranky she
got) and her soon to be even newer sister. It was all so overwhelming that
she would sometimes go off alone to cry at her luck. So much good fortune,
in a life that had known very little of it, seemed too good to be true.
Occasionally she feared it would all come crashing down around her head
someday, or that she would wake up and discover it was nothing but a
dream.

Now she had a nephew as well. The family seemed to grow by the month, and
that was a very good thing. She was so excited over the new addition that
she feared she was never going to be able to sleep again. Rather than
worry about things that were out of control, she decided to make good with
her unexpected time. This late at night, Silk would be asleep. That meant
it would be safe to make a midnight snack without being shouted at, and
assuming Silk hadn't set any traps in the kitchen.

Kurumi quietly made her way through the house and towards the kitchen. She
was right outside the doorway when she heard two voices coming from
inside. Instead of announcing her presence, she remained silent, then
slowly got closer, listening intently to what was being said. It was
strange that two people would be up so late at night, and she wondered
immediately if it had something to do with Kasumi's return.

It took only moments for her to sort out who the two voices belonged to:
Nabiki and Kasumi. Kurumi knew it wasn't proper to eavesdrop on what was
obviously supposed to be a private conversation, but she couldn't seem to
help herself as she remained where she was and listened in.

"...have any idea what you're in for." Kurumi could make out Nabiki
talking. The tone of her voice, though quiet, was very intense and
disapproving.

"It doesn't matter. There's nothing that could be changed, even if I
wanted to, and I don't." Kurumi noted that Kasumi's voice had a mixture of
sorrow and firmness.

"She should take responsibility. It's her child too." That surprised
Kurumi. Nabiki knew who the real mother of the child was. Now that her
curiosity was really piqued, all thoughts of not eavesdropping disappeared
as she listened even more intently.

"There is no responsibility for her to take. Even if I told her, it
wouldn't change a thing. Neither of us planned for this to happen."

"So what? That means you're going to leave her off the hook? Why are you
protecting her?"

"From what? She made her choice, and, to be honest it's one I approve of.
They're happy together. Even if I was the sort of person to try to
interfere with that, I wouldn't." Kurumi heard Kasumi's voice drop a
little. "They aren't married yet, and I don't want to do anything that
might upset that. If I told them the truth now, there's no telling what
will happen."

"Maybe she'll take responsibility for what she did."

"And do what, Nabiki? Marry me, even when she loves someone else, out of
some misguided sense of trying to protect me from something I don't need
to be protected from? She doesn't even want her cursed form. It's actually
dangerous for her to have it. What happens to us if she gets a cure? Where
would that leave us? I can't be involved in a relationship like that, even
though I know it shouldn't make a difference if I truly love her, but it
does. And what if she's offered a cure and refuses it because of me? How d
o you think that would make me feel, that she would ruin herself to trying
to make me happy?" Kurumi could tell Kasumi's agitation was increasing
with each sentence. Somehow that emotion just sounded horribly wrong to be
coming from her returned sister.

"I don't know."

"Or maybe Ranma can marry me, and then she can be our collective mistress
instead?"

"Well, it would solve a lot of unresolved things around here."

Kurumi's eyes widened at that.

"I will not marry Ranma. I'm not interested in him. I won't do it even if
it would bring me closer to her. And also..." her voice became softer,
almost inaudible. "I won't settle for being second place in someone's
heart. I'd be miserable. I would want her to love me the most. Maybe it's
greedy. Maybe I'm being insensitive, but it's what I really want."

"All right. I'll accept that. I think I'd feel the same way too. If you're
sure you wouldn't be happy-"

"I'm certain."

"Right, but it's going to be unbelievably hard for you. You are going to
be a single, unwed mother, and that's what everyone is going to think no
matter what story you give.  That means you're going to be treated like
dirt and a miracle if you ever manage to marry someone. Hah. Sometimes I
love our wonderful country." Kurumi recognized Nabiki's trademark acerbity
at the end of that statement.

"Right now I don't feel up to any relationships. And there's no place
that's perfect. I love my home."

"Get treated like a pariah for a few years and get back to me on that."
Kurumi heard Nabiki hesitate a moment before continuing. "Look. If you
need money or anything, you know you can always come to me."

"Actually that shouldn't be a problem. Great-grandm...I mean Elder
Cologne, left me a great deal of jewels and other valuables she picked up
in her youth. She was originally going to give them to Shampoo, but she
felt under the circumstances it was perhaps best she gave them to me and
Akira. I tried to tell her no, but she wouldn't hear of it. She said if it
bothered me that much, just to think of it as a gift for Akira."

"Makes sense," Kurumi could hear the approval in her sister's voice. "And
I have to agree with her. So you've been calling her 'great-grandmother'?"

"Well, she did insist on it, especially since Akira is her
great-great-grandchild. And she treated me so nicely, as did Comb. It
seemed sort of appropriate."

"Yeah. I guess so. How many people there knew you were...you know?"

"Oh, I didn't hide anything once I found out why I was getting sick so
often. Believe me, it was quite a shock. I guess it was a good thing that
I was in China at the time. I hate lying to Father and the others, but I
think it's for the best." Kurumi noted Kasumi did indeed sound very
ashamed of the lie. Kurumi felt sympathy for her, despite the fact she was
also being lied to.

"Well, your story's going to be shot to hell once Silk talks with some of
her old friends and hears what really went on. She's already suspicious,
and the little busybody's like a hungry pit bull with a bone when it comes
to things that arouse her curiosity."

Kurumi nodded her head in silent agreement to that. As much as she liked
Silk, it was an appropriate metaphor.

"Well, the letter I gave her had instructions from gr...from Elder Cologne
for her to keep silent. I hate to do that to her, but as I said, if the
truth comes out now it's just going to make things more difficult for
everyone in the long run."

"And you think she'll listen to it?"

"Elder Cologne seemed to think so. She said Silk won't be happy about it,
but she'll respect both her and my wishes. You see, in Joketsuzoku, it's
the women who have final say on how children are raised, and if I choose
not to include the father, or keep silent about his parentage altogether,
I may. They understood why I wanted to do it, although Comb wasn't too
happy about it when I told her. She promised not to say anything to
anyone, though."

"I guess that makes sense. What about Kodachi? She could always visit her
family and let something slip."

"Cologne said she got Mr. Mousse and Kodachi to agree to remain silent on
the matter. It's not as though he and I crossed paths very much. The few
times we did he didn't seem too happy."

"Yeah, I can imagine how he felt about your little 'bundle of joy' if he
figured out where it came from." Kurumi heard Nabiki sigh once more. "I
can't believe you made a mistake like this."

"My son is not a mistake!" Even Kurumi was taken aback by the intensity of
Kasumi's voice.

"Shh!" Nabiki warned. "Keep it down, unless you want everyone to know."

"Take it back! Take back what you said, Nabiki!"

"I do. I do," Nabiki said in her most soothing voice. "Hey, I like the
little bugger, okay? I was just a little surprised. I mean, I already
pretty much had everything figured out, but it was still kind of a shock
for you to just come in the door with him, you know?"

Kurumi could hear the repentance in Kasumi's voice. "I guess. I'm sorry I
snapped at you, but I won't have anyone calling him something like that. I
love him, and wouldn't do a single thing in the world to change him."

"Yeah. It feels kind of funny, having a nephew and all. And considering
who the 'father' is, well, it takes some getting used to." Kurumi heard
Nabiki move around a little. "I promise not to say anything, but I think
you're making a mistake. You should come clean about this and let
everything happen now. If you wait, I've got this bad feeling it'll make
matters worse."

"I'll tell her after she's married."

Even Kurumi didn't think that Kasumi sounded convincing, and she always
tried to give people benefit of the doubt. She heard Nabiki ask. "You're
going to tell them after they're married?"

"Well, maybe not right away, but at a good time after that."

"And exactly when is it a good time to tell someone that they're the
father of a child that was born out of wedlock?"

"I'll just have to wait and see."

Kurumi heard Nabiki sigh. "Well, it really isn't my business how you live
your life, but I don't think you have the faintest idea of what you're in
for."

"Maybe. We'll see. It's late and you'd better be getting to bed."

Kurumi heard them approaching and darted towards the entryway of the
house, counting on them to head immediately upstairs. She was out of sight
when she heard the pair emerge from the kitchen and headed upstairs to
their respective bedrooms. Once she was convinced they had laid down, she
sat down and tried to make sense out of what she had overheard. Reviewing
it several times in her mind still lead to the same conclusion: Shampoo
was the father of Akira. What was really strange about it wasn't that
Shampoo was really a girl --the whole curses situation had been fully
explained to Kurumi and she thought it was really neat-- but that Kasumi
would do that sort of thing. From the descriptions she had received from
Akane, Shampoo had pretty much been depicted as the epitome of evil, and
Kasumi a near avatar of goodness. That Kasumi might have done that with a
woman (cursed perhaps, and attractive in cursed form judging from the
pictures Nabiki had shown her, but still a woman) stunned Kurumi. And now
her sister was lying about Akira's origins.

Kurumi's involvement with Kasumi was limited, even if she was her sister,
so she began to question whether or not to tell others the truth. It had
never been easy for her to remain silent about anything, secret or not,
and she disliked lying. Nabiki was prone to describe her as wearing her
heart on her sleeve, something Kurumi had no problem with, but now she was
going to have to (unofficially) take part in the cover up.

She weighed her options. Clearly she should not speak a word of it to
anyone. It was Kasumi's matter, and Kurumi should not have been
eavesdropping in the first place. But shouldn't the others know something
as important as this? She hated keeping secrets. That was something
Natsume disliked about her, and this was perhaps the most important one of
all. What was she to do?

For over an hour, she sat and pondered. One way or another, a choice had
to be made. She found her legs almost involuntarily moving on their own as
she stood her up and headed upstairs. There was one thing she had to see
before she could make her decision.

She moved cautiously and silently. That she could move so quietly would
probably have been a surprise to the others, since it was speed that she
usually employed. What need would someone that fast have for stealth? But
now it served her well. She crept upstairs and paused before the room
that, until today, had been hers. She placed an ear next to the door for
several minutes and listened for the sound of any telltale movement
within. Hearing nothing, she opened the door and looked into the room.
Kasumi was sleeping peacefully, as she had hoped. Kurumi avoided a loose
floorboard and virtually glided to the crib that Kasumi had placed next to
the bed. She spared one more glance towards Kasumi before daring to poke
her head over the crib and gazed upon her sleeping nephew.

He looked so peaceful, lying there with a line of drool coming from his
mouth. It was odd how babies could still look cute even in the most
unusual of circumstances. What would happen to poor little Akira if she
told everyone the truth behind his heritage, even if remaining silent
about her newfound knowledge felt wrong? Kasumi was going to have her
hands full raising him alone as it was. Who was she to heap more problems
on her sister's shoulders? Akira was Kurumi's nephew. What difference
would it make who his father was, or how strange the situation would be?
She would love him just the same, even if Kasumi never told anyone else
the truth.

She bent low and kissed Akira lightly on the forehead. He really did look
like an angel, lying there so quietly. She intended to leave the room,
content in the knowledge that what should come next would be better left
in the hands of others.

It was then Akira woke up, took one look at Kurumi, and began crying. She
heard Kasumi start to move behind her. There was no time to dart out of
the room; she might be seen. There was only one place near enough to get
out of sight, so Kurumi dropped to the floor and darted under the bed.

From her position under the bed, Kurumi watched Kasumi's feet touch the
floor and pause next to the crib. Soft speaking followed, calming Akira

down. Kurumi could almost feel Kasumi rocking him gently back and forth as
she hummed a beautiful little tune to him. It seemed to take forever for
the little one to quiet down, but when he at last became silent and Kasumi
laid back in bed, Kurumi breathed a sigh of relief. She waited another
fifteen minutes before daring to poke her head out from beneath the bed.
Seeing that Kasumi seemed to be resting peacefully, she dared to crawl
fully out from under the bed and silently tip-toed across the room. She
had made it to the door when a voice behind said,

"You don't have to sneak around like a thief in the night. You're more
than welcome to look at him. I don't mind."

Kurumi could only manage to grin sheepishly. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Kasumi just smiled. "You get sensitive to sounds sometimes when you have a
child. When you're not too tired, anyway. I'm glad you like him so much
you felt the need to look in on him at this time of night. Having to share
him with everyone didn't leave anyone much time to see him for very long.
Even Akane stopped by right before bed. Come on over. He shouldn't wake up
for a while now." She indicated that Kurumi should draw closer.

Kurumi felt even worse now that she could have ever considered snitching
on Kasumi. "I accidentally overheard your conversation with Nabiki. I
didn't mean to eavesdrop. I'm sorry."

Kasumi looked surprised at that. "I see. You're probably wondering why I
feel the need to be so secretive. I-"

Kurumi cut her off. "It doesn't matter. I think you know what's best for
you and Akira. I promise I won't say a word."

Kasumi seemed visibly relieved at that. "I appreciate that. I'm sorry to
put you in this position."

Kurumi waved it off. "It's my own fault. Tell everyone when you feel
comfortable with it. Like I said, I won't say a word. Umm, can I get a
closer look at him? I promise not to wake him up this time."

"Of course."

Kurumi leaned over the crib once more and looked on Akira again. This time
she made certain not to touch him when she looked. No sense in having to
go through the hassle of getting him to sleep once more.

He appeared even more beautiful now. Come what may, Kurumi had a feeling
that everything would turn out okay, no matter who told what to whom.



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Just one more to go. ^_^

As always, special thanks to:

Ryan Anderson
Jim Bader
Bloodblade
Jurai Knight
Jason Liao
Lord Talon
Miashara
Bryan Smith
Wade Tritschler

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